ible has happened since she
came to me. It was the same girl, but she is ill and in trouble now."

"Where is she?"

"Do you suppose I'd be here if I knew?"

"David, are you dreaming in daytime?"

"She got off the Chicago train this morning while I was helping Daniels
load a big truck of express matter. Some of it was mine, and it was
important. Just at the wrong instant a box fell and knocked down a child
and I got in a jam----"

"And as it was you, of course you stopped to pick up the child and do
everything decent for other folks, before you thought of yourself, and
so you lost her. You needn't tell me anything more. David, if I find
her, and prove to you that she has been married ten years and has an
interesting family, will you thank me?"

"Can't be done!" said the Harvester calmly. "She has been married only
since she gave herself to me in February, and she is not a mother. You
needn't bank on that."

"You are mighty sure!"

"Why not? I told you the dream was real, and now that I have seen her,
and she is in this very town, why shouldn't I be sure?"

"What have you done?"

The Harvester told him.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Talk it over with you and decide."

The doctor laughed.

"Well here are a few things that occur to me without time for thought.
Talk to the ticket agents, and leave her description with them. Make it
worth their while to be on the lookout, and if she goes anywhere to find
out all they can. They could make an excuse of putting her address on
her ticket envelope, and get it that way. See the baggagemen. Post the
day police on Main Street. There is no chance for her to escape you. A
full-grown woman doesn't vanish. How did she act when she got off the
car? Did she appear familiar?"

"No. She was a stranger. For an instant she looked around as if she
expected some one, then she followed the crowd. There must have been an
automobile waiting or she took a street car. Something whirled her out
of sight in a few seconds."

"Well we will get her in range again. Now for the most minute
description you can give."

The Harvester hesitated. He did not care to describe the Dream Girl to
any one, much less the living, suffering face and poorly clad form of
the reality.

"Cut out your scruples," laughed the doctor. "You have asked me to help
you; how can I if I don't know what kind of a woman to look for?"

"Very tall and slender," said the Harvester. "Almost as tall as I am."